Work Text:
It started as a bad idea, a challenge: walking around the streets of Brooklyn with a vibrator buzzing deep inside of Liu’s pussy. Liu hated herself for not think twice about it at first, for something that’s supposed to be put on the first note as they walked through the crowded street, yet it felt like Callie had put on two or three more notes as they continue—Liu can’t move properly, not when there’s a vibrator inside and people staring so much that she didn’t dare to shift or complain.
Liu would only dared to breathe once they got back to the hotel room, all messy and hot—from the noisy street, yes, but more because of the vibrator buzzing loudly underneath that laced fabric, enough to be heard against the constant humming of the room’s heater.
Callie immediately had her lover spread out needily on the bed, turned on and already whining for attention. Liu’s thighs spread out despite herself, baring out her wet panties, the laced panties clinging uncomfortably to her drenching cunt. She isn’t one to give herself away this easily, usually not without Callie’s relentless cooing, but today, with the vibrator on its highest note—it’s hard to hold back, her hands moved without much hesitation.
One hand tugged the drenched material aside, sliding down past the skin warmed by heat, immediately pinching and stroking at the tiny, red nub, itching herself to squirt; the other hand slipped down further, trembling as it felt how wet her pussy is—then with two fingers, sloppily thrusted into the drenching hole, whining when she touched the vibrator nested deep inside, buzzing, messing her inside up like mad.
“Mmgf—” Liu whimpered, dazedly staring down, watching as her thighs quivered, instincts wanting to close but she stubbornly held them open; fingers curled deeper and deeper, pounding harder, while purposefully presenting the mess she made to Callie’s face. “C—cah-lie.. watch.. Nng—!”
With double friction—the intense rubbing and pinching at her clit, the invasive penetration of her fingers highlighted by the vibrator relentlessly buzzing inside, soon turned to be overwhelming—Liu’s body convulsed, thighs clamping down as if restraining herself, squirting through the thin fabric of a pantie with a chocked sob.
Liu’s hand stayed the same, one pinching the swollen clit, her fingers still penetrating deep inside the twitching walls—all soaked wet, warm. Then, shame hits. Liu can barely breathe, panties completely drenched, the hint of buzzing is still there, obvious, but it doesn’t feel as intense as before—embarrassment eat at her instead of heat.
Callie didn’t let that slide, not when her Liu just gave her a show to watch. When Liu was still recovering, hands finally withdrawn, setting on her stomach instead, trying to track her own breathing, steadying herself before Callie could see it. The lace panties was roughly tugged aside, baring the sore cunt to Callie’s face—drenching wet, twitching when the cold air hits the sensitive skin so suddenly.
“Ugm.. wait..” Liu whined, though knowing it’d be in vain, her body felt like lead; yet when Callie pulled the toy out with a wet pop, an involuntary tremble ran through her, overstimulated yet responsive at the same time. Liu whimpered at the loss, hole fluttering around nothing, and Callie caught her chin in her hand, tilting her flushed face up with a teasing grin.
“You want my cock, pretty girl?” She asked, voice honeyed but sharp, a bit of selfish desire, a bit of neediness blending into a dangerous mix. Liu gasped, aloud, once her lover shifted their position; strong hands cupped at the underneath of Liu’s thighs, hosting and spreading her out even more, tucking a pillow underneath her lower back, making room for Callie to slide in so easily.
“Yes—” Liu nodded frantically, eyes drifted to the blunt head resting right on top of her clit, words breaking on a sob as her cunt throbbed again, as if stripped bare from Callie’s gaze, then turned on again by the strap pressing at the sensitive clit. “yes, please, mommy—please fuck me.”
That earned her a hard kiss, Callie’s tongue stealing the rest of her breath before she pressed the thick head of the strap right against her stretched, buzzing hole. Slowly, she pushed in, savoring the way Liu gasped and shook, back arching, nails searching for something to hold onto before landing on the pillows—nearly clawing them apart.
“That’s it,” Callie cooed, hand clamping onto her lover’s gush streaked thighs—easing in until Liu was stuffed full, her other hand slid down and gave that ass a weak smack—enough to tease, to pull out a reaction, a little sob. “My baby, my pretty Liu. Taking mommy’s cock so well.”
Callie hummed, suddenly changing her mind, her hand landed again, gave Liu’s ass a few more slaps—the dirty sound echoed, moans with that awfully clear slap of skin to skin, bouncing off the hotel’s thick walls. “Look at you.. So greedy, so pretty.”
Liu moaned helplessly as each spank landed on her backside, head lolling back, bells chiming with each desperate jerk of her body. Her chest was bared where the silk robe had fallen open, shyish nipples peaked and begging for attention. She then caught Callie’s hand, pressing it to her chest with a whine.
“Pinch me—please—need it.”
Callie smirked, ducking down and started to roam, calloused fingers sneaking up and rolling the pinkish nipple until Liu keened, pussy clenching harder around the strap. The moment Callie felt her strap shifted, tightening up, she wasted no time, thrusting up into her harder, penetrating deep—sharp enough that the tip kissed Liu’s cervix, making her squirt with a snotty sob.
“My pretty darling,” She murmured, breath hot. “My beautiful baby, taking mommy’s cock so deep..” a slide— then thrust, “like you were made for it.” Callie said, each coo that slipped out was followed with a slow, deep grind—Liu’s eyes nearly rolled back, dazed, each time the strap slammed in, she felt its blunt head kissing her cervix every time.
“Who do you belong to?” Callie pressed down, hands spreading her lover’s thighs apart, keeping Liu sore and needy at the same time. The words felt like honey, yet felt like a threat at the same time—
“Y-you! I’m yours—I’m yours, mommy!” Liu’s voice broke into a sob, thighs quivering as Callie pounded into her—the sweetest moans spilled out once Liu felt the texture of the strap grinds into every inch of her skin, body jerking with each thrust, back arching like a bow itself.
“Good.” Another sharp thrust, and Callie’s hand slid down to smack her ass, this time with just enough force for red imprint to bloom instantly. Liu screamed and shuddered when the slap landed, slick squirting out around the strap as her body finally gave out.
“That’s it, baby,” she soothed, kissing Liu’s temple while still fucking into her, deep and unrelenting. “Cum for me. Squirt all over my lap like the perfect little slut you are. My pretty baby… my perfect Liu.”
Her body convulsed, inaudible little moans consist of “c-cummin’.. close I’m—..” were like chimes to Callie’s ears, like fuel feeding to a fire. Which thrives her to rock into Liu’s sore pussy even more. Chuckling when Liu's moans spill out whiney and needily; hands scrambling, searching for something to cling to, claws digging into Callie's arms now, every word and every thrust unraveling her until she was a sobbing, soaking mess in Callie’s arms.
And through it all, Callie only praised her, coaxing her through wave after wave with filthy affection, never letting her forget that she was hers.